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|Video 003|---|Troy Barnes?|

[A seemingly distressed Troy paces back and forth.]

Look- I'm recording now to prove you're not real! Who are you?

[From Troy's perspective, a dark doppelganger appears before him. A mirror image with a sinister twist. While it may look just like him there is nothing but the most violent evil behind those empty eyes.

From a normal person's perspective, Troy spins around in place and places a black felt beard to his face]

Isn't it obvious, Troy? I'm the real you. The you that you'd like to be. Just think of me as... a security blanket.

[He removes the beard to speak as "Normal Troy" This pattern continues as the "two" exchange dialog]

You mean like Mr. Fuzz'n'Warm?

Yes, Troy. Exactly like Mr. Fuzz'n'Warm

...I don't get it. Why do I need a blanket? I'm not cold. And I sincerely doubt a handsome man would even really keep me warm anyway.

Don't you see Troy? You're all alone. Your friends aren't here. This place is dangerous.

[Troy is slightly taken aback with the sobering reminder that he is quite alone]

...And how exactly do you think you can rectify my situation?

By becoming the most dangerous thing out here, myself.

Wh-What exactly are you trying to say?

What I'm saying, Troy, is: Welcome to the darkest timeline.

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[Ugh. Okay. Communicators are bad fucking news right now because the screen is kind of reflective sometimes. But she'll risk it to talk to Troy who has obviously lost his shit and gone crazy.

... crazier.]

T-DOG, WHAT THE HELL? Is this some elaborate monologue? Are you trying out for a play? Do you seriously have a blankie?

Kenzi! Where are you? This guy is crazy! He's been creeping around all day whispering things in my ear about cutting people. I could really use some help.

Yes. Why don't you tell me exactly where you are.

Edited 2013-01-24 06:06 (UTC)

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh... [Urge to help friend outweighing vaguely terrifying situation.] I could... meet you? Somewhere?

Edited 2013-01-24 06:14 (UTC)

You name the place, Special K, we're gonna show our friend here who's boss.

[Yes. Okay. Beating up the fake beard. Right.] In front of the bar! Don't get too close to the fountain. See you in like... fifteen!

[Just... going to bring a knife. Just in case.]

[Troy waits in front of the bar. His fake beard resting comfortably in his pocket.]

Come on... where are you... He could be back any second...

[He fidgets uncomfortably as his hand subconsciously slips into the pocket containing the beard]

[She's there not long after, knife concealed in her right boot. She warily approaches Troy, but is more concerned for him than about what could happen. It's probably some big, elaborate joke with a lot of thought and planning put into it-- no. It's Troy.]

Heeeeeeeey, buddy. How are you doin'? Pal? T-Bone! Best Troy ever!

I'll feel a lot better when this guy who jacked my look is out of the picture.

Ah, so the pig comes to the slaughter after all. Not the cleverest bimbo of the bunch, are you?

See- This is him. He keeps saying creepy stuff like that and I think he took a swing at someone on the way here.

Bimbo? DUDE! [Now Kenzi's taking a swing at Troy! Right in the shoulder.] You can't just put on a stupid beard and say mean shit about people! What is your deal?

[Troy swiftly grabs her hand as she swings it, yanking her violently towards him, so that he may whisper in her ear]
What do you treasure, Kenzi? What would pain you most to lose? A friend, perhaps?

I suggest you play along with dear Troy's delusion or I may be inclined to do something that you will not enjoy.

[OHHOLYFUCK-- Okay. The joke has officially stopped being funny now. Kenzi actually looks terrified, but she's trying hard not to sound it. She doesn't know Troy that well.]

Troy... you need to stop. This is your warning, okay? If you don't let go, you're going to regret it. I don't want to hurt you, but this is fucked up, okay? Let go and stop trying to freak me out.

(No, stop. Don't hurt her!)

[Troy's words are a fleeting, unheard thought as Evil Troy strengthens his grip]

Oh, would you look at that? Looks like I've completely gained ownership of the alpha timeline body. There's only one Troy left now- and it's not the friendly one.

[He flashes an extra malicious grin imbued with all the sinister thoughts coursing through his brain]

...How do you suggest we celebrate?

(Kenzi, run! I can't stop him! And he is definitely thinking about killing you. He's also thinking about- Oh, seriously dude? That is just gross.)

None of what you just said made any sense. [She frowns, trying to look more angry than scared.] How about some celebratory puncture wounds?

[Her free hand goes for her knife as fast as she possibly can, and she holds it up to Troy's neck, right under his chin.]

Let go of my arm, and take off that stupid beard, or I'm going to shave a lot more than your face. Got it?

[He assists her by pushing the knife closer to the skin of his neck, coming very close to puncturing the skin]

Do it. You cut me and he dies. Are you willing to take an innocent life, girl? I'll move on, I'll find another timeline, another Troy. But your Troy will slowly bleed out at your feet from the wound you yourself inflicted upon him.

[He releases her hand and stares her intently in the face waiting for her to make her move]

Come now, take his pathetic life. His friends aren't even here. Nobody will miss him. Just make sure you make it nice and messy for me.

Edited 2013-01-31 05:01 (UTC)

You're sick. [And she still has no fucking idea what is going on, but the more she stares at that STUPID paper beard, the angrier she gets. The fury is just building the fuck up until she finally yanks her hand away and rips it off of his face.]

Here's a tip. Next time? Try magic marker.

[She crumples the beard up before throwing it on the ground and stepping on it. Deal with THAT, mothafuckah.]

[ She sure picked the best day to get dropped into town, didn't she? ]

This is...adorable, but not that funny. Is this what you guys do all day? Is it really that boring here?

I'm not sure who's speaking right now, but rest assured if you come find out for yourself, you will find it... quite exciting over here.

Yeah, I probably won't take you up on that one buddy. Nothing personal, but the beard isn't a good look.

So you see him too? Oh thank goodness. I thought I was going crazy for a second there.

See someone? Dude, it's- [ This is the worst form of entertainment ever, to be honest. ] Am I supposed to play along? Is this a thing?

Maybe it is a thing. Do you like things? I have a lot of things. Sharp things. I'd very much like to show you them.

Yeah, I bet you do buddy. [ Well, not the worst. It's kind of amusing, in a car crash kind of way, which is why she hasn't just shut off the feed already. ] 'Sharp things' better not be a euphemism for something.

I don't know what a euphemism is, but I bet when he says "sharp things", he means "penis".

And I bet when you say penis, I mean 'place I need to aim my knee for if you try and show me that'.

[ Jeez, this place is full of weirdos. It's like he stumbled into some entire trap- town. ]

Alright, now do Die Hard.

[ Hey, he's got the beard for it. ]

While I can't guarantee it will be hard, I assure you your death will be at a moderate difficulty level. I do like a challenge.

Yo, Die Hard wasn't THAT bad.

Oh look. Seems like someone else remembered to take their crazy pills this morning.

I know, right? This guy's nuts.

Pay no mind to the idiot. What kind of pills do you enjoy? I have a number I would very much like to share with you.

What the hell does that even mean? I'm not sure if that was a threat or a really bad line in some doctor-themed porno.

Either way, I prefer the heads of newborn puppies.

Ah yes, while the dog is known for it's great nutritional value, the newborn status of the puppy ensures a more tender, succulent meat.

Wait, do you guys seriously eat puppies? 'Cuz that is messed up.

Edited 2013-01-31 05:02 (UTC)

Puppies, babies, and then I torture little old ladies for fun.

Okay, I'm not even sure which of you guys I should be afraid of anymore.

Can your bearded alto-ego crush your insides from across the room?

I don't know if he even has powers. I guess if I ever had cool evil powers, I'd like to be able to shoot fire out of my fists. So since he's like some sort of evil me, that's probably the power he has.

Or would he have the opposite power... like shooting water out of his feet? I'm not sure.

You should probably be more afraid of me then.

Great. Absurdist theater, just what this place needed. Hey, can you do Rosencrantz and Guildenstern next? I love that one.

Perhaps I can oblige your request only in that I will gladly deliver you to your demise. Only, despite what the role entails, I assure you I will be quite successful.

I'm afraid business comes before pleasure.

Oh, I'm sorry. If I'd realised you were actually insane I wouldn't have been so rude as to mock you.

[yes he would.]

Is someone looking after you?

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